Page 73 of Drown in You

Their footsteps thunder behind me, getting closer and closer.

I’m panting, running as hard as I can with every muscle in my body on fire. Until my steps slow. I’m running through quicksand.

Their heavy breaths hit my ears. They’ve caught up to me.

Marcus’s voice rattles in my head. Found you.

I blink into the darkness of the dimly lit room. Sunlight trickles past the blackout curtains covering the windows.

At first, I’m certain the nightmare is what stirred me from sleep. Until something wet and soft strokes between my legs.

I attempt to clamp my thighs together, but there’s something hard and round between them.

Consciousness comes to me slowly. My shorts and panties are gone. Someone is hidden under the blanket, tongue sliding in my pussy as he groans at my taste. How long has he been doing this to me? Judging by the mess between my legs, he’s been eating me for a while.

His mouth latches onto my clit and sucks hard. Before I fully realize what’s happening, my pussy pulses and back arches, the orgasm hitting me.

I can’t help the broken moan that escapes, heart hammering in my chest. Pleasure pulses through me, bringing me to full consciousness.

What the fuck just happened?

He shifts under the blanket before emerging. I blink, trying to identify him, but a mask covers his face. The same one he wore the night he chased me in Nohren Hall—gray with scowling eyes and red devil horns.

“We’re in our parents’ house,” I whisper. “We could get caught.”

Luke shakes his head, trailing his fingers over my jaw. “They went out.”

We have the house to ourselves. I give him a sleepy smile. I don’t care if we’re step-siblings—I want him. I want him in my bed like this every night, and I’m tired of fighting it. We can keep this thing between us a secret.

We’re both great at keeping secrets.

I grip the hard muscles on his arms as he braces himself over me. “I knocked on your door earlier. You didn’t answer.”

His voice drops, intense and gravelly, as he threads a hand in my hair. “I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere.”

He always knows exactly what to say. Just like Ten.

“Good.” I squeeze his arms, tears pricking my eyes. “This is exactly where I want you.”

His throat bobs. “Do you want me, Sienna?”

This is what he’s been waiting for. For his feelings for me to be reciprocated. I care about him, I know that. And I want him. Every inch. “Yes. I want you, Luke. I don’t care about the rest of it. Our parents or anybody else. I just know...I want you.”

He comes down on me, the nose of his mask brushing against my neck, and a whimper builds in my throat. The adrenaline and desire mix as wetness pools between my legs.

“I’ve wanted you for so fucking long.” Through the few pinprick holes in front of his mouth, Luke’s hot breath hits my bare skin. I’m already burning beneath his warmth. Then he murmurs, so low I almost can’t hear, “You have no idea how long.”

He trails his mask along my collarbone and across my chest, softly blowing the entire way. Goosebumps prick up along my skin. I’ve fantasized about sharing a bed with a masked man for a long time, but it’s a thousand times better knowing it’s Luke beneath the mask.

When he suddenly straightens, taking his warmth with him and leaving me in the cold, I nearly whine in protest. But before I get a chance, he lifts me up until I’m sitting, pulling my tank top over my head as tenderly as he did that first night.

My breasts fall in front of him, and through the mask, his eyes are glued to them. Eating me up. “Tell me how long, Luke.”

“How long what?”

“How long you’ve wanted me.”

He stiffens briefly before murmuring, “Since the moment I met you.”

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